WE ALL FALL DOWN :: private

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    Mannnn, was he hecka lost.


    Maybe he shoudn't have taken a shortcut to his favorite spot. How long had he been traveling? Honestly, Ashenpaw didn't even know. But, look on the bright side! He was on an adventure.


    However, this adventure might not be too fun as he thought it would be. He could smell the scent of lots of cats, and he knew that this place was definitely not BirdClan. Or the Avian Dynasty. That had been the only other clan that he had been to, beside his home. The child fluffed up his fur and flattened his ears. What if this place was mean? Were they WindClan's enemies? Dear StarClan, he hoped not. They would torture him! He had been captured before, and he didn't want to go through with that again.


    "Hello?" Ashenpaw called, frowning.
    [color=transparent] #ashenhere
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 13px; line-height:13px; text-align: justify]luckily, astrid didn't care to update herself about enemies, allies and whatnot. the robust lioness cub then coming to an abrupt halt at the sound of a voice, causing her formerly running bodice to stumble over her paws and land face-flat on a pile of leaves. a loud giggle erupted from her tiny sorrel maw, regaining her stance and balance before turning to seemingly lost feline. "yo! you're not from here, are you?" her voice rumbled, ears pivoting towards the stranger curiously. hybridized sea-foam green and caribbean blue hues flickering to the unknown presence, resting her gaze upon him.

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    At the sight of a lion that was definitely bigger than him, Ashenpaw instinctively pressed his body to the ground and tried to make himself smaller. Oh snap. She was gonna tear him apar- oh. She was on the ground. As Ashen heard the thumps of her body hitting the floor, he pricked his ears forward. After a moment of hesitation, he stood up quickly, yellow eyes focused on Astrid.


    [color=white]"N- No." The child answered, backing up into a defensive stance. [color=white]"I'm from WindClan." Ashenpaw answered, tail-tip beginning to twitch furiously. Once it was apparent that Astrid wasn't going to tear his head off of his body, he sat down. [color=white]"Where am I?" He asked in return, his voice changing from an uneasy tone to a bold, confident one.
    [color=transparent] #ashenhere
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; font-size: 13px; line-height:13px; text-align: justify]astrid was a rather bit confused by his flinching, watching and furrowing her non-existent eyebrows. she had yet to discover the force that was being a lioness, the young cub had only but taken note of her urge to take down anything that ran the opposite way of where she stood; an instinct the african lioness inherited. snapping herself from the trail of thoughts, "you've just not entered the insignia territory. or the noblelands until the name changes." the lioness replied, tilting her cranium ever so slightly. his voice now mirrored her own, bold. a nice change the fem had to admit.